the death of a star
last week
her number of
legacies surround
her with flowers
that cover
her whole body
transported to
the hot fires for
cremation
all those ordinary
things she mentioned
have become
celestial
hanging from one
branch of sky
to another
she was simple
and honest
having loved with
all her
sparkles.
i envy her
her death included
when i die
i am more of an
exploding star too
with all my
splendor
and flickers that
dissolve
in an immense
darkness
until none of me is
seen no more
except that black
page
that you all call
as night.
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